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When I lived in Annadale my little sister Beth was born, funny thing is I don't remember a whole lot about her being a baby, I guess because I was 9 years older and busy with school and Brownies (like girl scouts) and playing with my friends.

I had my own room there, and a twin bed with a window that looked out on the circle; I could see everything going on there.

If I disappointed my folks or committed some other crime of childhood I was usually spanked or sent to bed early without supper. I would lay in the bed hearing my friends play hide and seek many times with the sun still out and posit on my choices that brought me to that place. It was indeed a sad fate to be in my bed early.

Other times when I had erred in my ways, my daddy would paddle me. Sometimes with a paddle, sometimes with a belt, sometimes with his hand. He would ask me if I knew why I was getting spanked, and I through tears, would usually know why, and tell him, and then my punishment was delivered. Oh how I hated spankings, hated disappointing my daddy.

Sometimes my spanking was on bare butt and that was worst of all.

One time I remember my daddy calling me in and telling me I was going to be spanked. He told me to drop my pants and he wanted to have good contact. I was crying as I bent over his lap for my punishment. I waited for my smacks and then he bent over and kissed my behind. He told me I had suffered enough and that was that.